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" You looking forward to tonight?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I am,” she said slowly. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a good…date.” She let the word slide off her tongue as though it were a euphemism for sex. The little devil on her shoulder wanted to bait him, to poke at the sexual tension that seemed to ebb and flow between them, but which neither would give in to.
His hand slammed on the counter. “You’re not seriously thinking of sleeping with Mathis,” he said incredulously.
“Well, why not? You said he’s a good guy. And news flash—we modern city women don’t adhere to any strict fifth-date rule.”
“Fine! Fuck his brains out, for all I care,” Jackson exploded.
“You’re shouting,” she said.
“I’m not—” He blew out a breath. “Damn it. "
― Lauren Layne , I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford, #2)
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" His hands glided from her waist to her back, his fingers touching the skin exposed by the straps of her dress, and Mollie shivered.
“Cold?” he murmured.
She shook her head.
“Ah. Let’s see what happens if I…” His words trailed off as he dipped his head to her neck, slipping beneath her hair to drag his lips along the column of her neck.
She gave a soft moan as his mouth opened there, softly sucking the skin between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
“I love the way you taste right here,” he said, his hand coming up and trailing a finger along the side of her neck. “You taste clean. And sweet. You taste like Mollie.”
Mollie’s eyes closed as he dipped his head again, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive skin of her neck.
He pulled back, framing her face with his big hands, waiting until she opened her eyes and met his gaze. "
― Lauren Layne , I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford, #2)
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" His eyes narrowed slightly as a thought struck him. “Mollie, is that why you went all Rain Man on me during dinner? Because you wanted to say yes but thought you shouldn’t?”
“Rain Man?”
He winced. “God, tell me you’ve seen it. I know I’m old, but it’s a classic.”
“I’ve seen Rain Man. I just don’t think I am Rain Man.”
“Molls, you rattled off like the fifty most common diseases I was likely to die from. You paused only when the server brought over our food, and then you proceeded to tell him the diseases he was likely to die from.”
She waved this away. “I tend to talk diseases when I’m nervous. That and animal mating habits, apparently.”
He gave her a little smile. “I know.”
And that right there was every reason she should move in, and every reason she shouldn’t. He knew her inside and out—knew what made her laugh, what made her babble. What he didn’t know was what made her moan. What made those bright blue eyes go hazy with desire. Having her within arm’s reach…
Jackson jerked his eyes away from her as he realized he’d been staring at her legs.
Mollie wandered away, seemingly unaware of his inner turmoil. And definitely unaware of his hardening cock. "
― Lauren Layne , I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford, #2)